Bed Monster

Here I am on a Sunday morning by myself. I'm surprised I even got up! In reality the only reason I did is because I have dogs, which makes me realize that maybe I haven't taken any time to introduce my household at all. Naturally, they will be the first thing of complaint  overzealous bragging that will be placed on here.
Here in the Mis. Fit household we have me, the mister, the wiener-doodle, and the bully.

The big dog is so not a bully. Hardly. So far from it that in fact, the wiener-doodle is the woman of the house. Bully doesn't even get to eat until wiener-doodle says so. She is just a pit bull so for blog sake she'll get called Bully. For the record, she has changed my mind highly about pit bulls and i feel that anyone that wants a dog should get one. Rescuing one would be ideal, but know that sometimes you are rescuing if you happen to get a puppy of some sort but I definitely don't condone purchasing one from a breeder unless you have thoroughly checked them out. I want to turn her into a breed ambassador because she melts around children, but I do see the issues with people when it comes to them. I think having a wiener doodle next to her on walks really confuses people. They try to pet the doodle, and I have to basically swat them away and bite my tongue from yelling "Didn't your mother teach you how to approach any dog!? She may be 9 pounds but the little one will eat your face!" In fact, yes, size does matter but listen, the little ones usually can't stand people and the big ones just want love.
   But anyway, I'm sad to say that we don't have a "family photo" and I would be one of those people to actually get one. So maybe the next time a photographer friend of ours needs to crash for weeks on end or wants to give us some TFP's I'm down for having a fun photo session with my pooches. I'm sick, disgusting and have more photos of these dogs than anyone with children. So be it as a college kid with no intentions of children soon.
   A short version of how we became to be a family of four was easy. Boy meets girl at large drunken extravagant event. Girl blows off boy because she hates them at the time. Boy finds a way to contact Girl. Boy barely gets to go out with Girl on date. Girl likes boy and vice versa. Dogs meet 2 weeks later and realize they are twins separated at birth and couldn't possibly be separated again. Voila. I'm almost positive I'll be married for my dogs sake before my own.  They say does can really judge characters but I am not so sure sometimes. Doodle HHHHHHAAATTTED (hates still? sometimes?) the Mister, but is so connected to the bully there is no breaking them up. I call it Bed wars. We have bed monsters. called the dogs.

Which brings me to this morning. After slowly rolling out of bed about an hour after I told myself I would originally get up and do the duty of going to the farm sans mister, I take the dogs out like usual, let them chase that cat I want to catch, make my coffee, and proceed to start laundry. Which I'll add the note-having a dryer again after 6 months of not having one is so awesome. I'll try to never take that for granted again. Long story. I start folding clothes but I can't find the big dog. Where is she? back in bed! Canoodling on my new sheets! I don't think so! Dogs do not get to touch sheets. they may lay on top or in-between the top blanket and bottom blanket but no sheet touching during the day! I'm a weirdo. But our house is all tile and cold, hence two blankets. But nothing is as cute as catching her like this:

" I see misters jeep but where is he?" If I let her, she will sit like a billy goat all day on the back of the couch waiting for the mister to come home. Biggest Baby Ever.

~Mis. Fit.